I'd like to hold your hand through fire and hell,
yes. I'd like to caress your heart as well. Just things
like that, and nothing more. The fuzz on my face is
already morbid, and I only, like a firefly, go where
it's welcoming. Come to think of it, Magnolia, it's
been a long time since I've seen a firefly. Why is that?
Has the juice in all our veins now killed the juice in all
of Nature : one too many restaurants and parking lots?
Too much idiot culture from people braving their own
stupidity? Running out before the end of their own,
personal, horror films and expecting someone else
to clean up the mess? First find me an owl. Then
let's go find the fireflies. But I do want to hold
your heart, yes, just once, in my hands.